Rini was once again wandering Elysion in her pajamas. “Your world is so beautiful, Pegasus,” she sighed.

“Yes, it is,” Pegasus replied. He turned to her. They both started to blush as their eyes met. Rini started to tilt her chin up as she looked into the horse’s golden eyes. Pegasus’ ear twitched. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Huh?” asked Rini.

“I hear music.”

Rini bit her lip. “I don’t hear anything,” she lied.

They both looked up. A white haired boy with shimmering wings stopped playing his flute and waved. “I’m watching over your dream, Rini,” he said. “Just like I promised.”

“Oh, crap,” Rini muttered. Not only was this very bad timing, the pink haired girl couldn’t quite figure out how Peruru had his flute since he’d given it to her before flying off into the sunset.

“Who’s he?” Pegasus asked.

“Uhmm…”

The fairy landed. “I’m Peruru,” he said. He looked at Rini. “You remember me, don’t you? You gave me cookies…”

Pegasus’ eyes narrowed. “You never made me cookies,” he muttered.

Rini nervously glanced from Pegasus to Peruru. It was clearly time to turn to a higher power for advice. What Would Sailor Moon Do? she asked herself. Rini sighed. Brad Pitt, Wes Bently, and a crowbar couldn’t pry Serena from Darien. Which was probably for the best in terms of Rini’s existence, but it wasn’t especially helpful in situations like this. The Sailor Moon solution to love triangles also tended to involve weeping, the Imperial Silver Crystal, and death(or at least dizziness and fatigue). Having neither access to the Imperial Silver Crystal nor a desire for death, dizziness, and/or fatigue, Rini was about to contemplate weeping and a distracting Pink Sugar Heart Attack when things went from painfully awkward to even more uncomfortable.

“Rini?” a figure in a gothic looking sailor suit and knee high purple boots asked. Her gloved hands tightened around her glaive as she took in the scene in front of her.

Rini turned. “Hotaru?” she weakly replied.